Chapter 93
- “Then keep resting,” I murmured softly, easing the pink blanket over Damien’s tall frame.
- The delicate fabric felt so out of place against the sharp edges of his persona—like draping silk over a blade. For a fleeting moment, he looked… softer. Human. It made something flutter inside me. I hated that.
- “I’m taking Ethan out for something to eat,” I added, more to fill the silence than anything else.